Shooting photographs, drawing lines…

looking for spring and finding a little

It seems appropriate that the first buds to open in spring are little catkins dressed in fur coats. You can see why they still might need winter coats around here – the days are still frosted at the edges.

I came across these pussy willows quite by accident this morning – something told me to walk just a little further, and look just a little more carefully. They are just coming to life.

It seems like you’ve had a tough go of it with very little sun. Even though it becomes very cold here we get a fair amount of sun and the snow brightens everything up so it doesn’t seem too dismal. Hang in there, spring will come.

I do live in a city of over one million people (I guess it’s hard to tell from my photographs) but I live near a greenbelt with land and water surrounding much of my community. Downtown is just 15 minutes away, so I have both worlds at my doorstep, in a way.

Wow, I’m glad you walked a little further – and I’m glad you’re such a good photographer. We had just one instance of frost like this around here this winter, at least that I saw. Next year I’m going to be really looking out for frost. The grass looks just impossible somehow – otherworldly & stunning. You create a wonderful world with these.

Thanks very much for your kind words. The frosted grass is so fragile and momentary – not possible for very long. I hope you find some lovely frost next season, it really adds a bit of magic to the winter.

Oh wow!!! how do you sleep at night producing such beautiful images again and again? My ego would explode and never shut up! hehehe:) They are all beautiful but I absolutely love the colour of the blue one. gosh, I can see your Spring!

The visuals & the term Feathered Frost could be a good way of describing climate change. Everything is just off kilter enough to tell you there is a change coming.
Beautiful compositions, even though those buds will not be too happy. 🙂

Uff, I am late with my reply; sorry, Karen, somehow notifying does not work.
Well, ‘Kätzchen’ is German (the diminuative of Katze, thus ‘little cat’), and I do live in Germany, Lower Saxony. Easter morning temperatures were around -5°C, while end of December we had +15°C. Quite unusual.
And now I do have a question, too: How did you manage that your colon and bracket did not transform into that yellow nuisance? : )